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Both share a strong vertical emphasis, although the Lincoln Park exhibit is indoor and "hard. In the Philadelphia Zoo's new orangutan exhibit the orangs share their habitat with gibbons and reside in a naturally wooded area.
The orangutans have just begun to utilize their outdoor area so their responses to this new habitat have not been fully documented. Certainly enormous progress has been made beyond the remaining zoo apes kept in solitary confinement. While we strive to enhance these conditions, what new breakthroughs can we expect? Again, we turn to the data generated from observations of free-living Great Apes.
Work at Gombe National Park Goodall, shows the complexity of large chimpanzee societies. The Arnhem exhibit with a troop of 25 chimpanzees de Waal, approaches these conditions and provides, in a sense, a look into the future. Fossey described the vociferous and sometimes violent interactions which occurred when two mountain gorilla troops meet, and explained the silverback males' remarkable size and strength in terms of his competition with other males.
Relying upon these vivid observations for inspiration, Zoo Atlanta is presently building five large adjacent outdoor gorilla habitats. The entire troops would join in these displays. Such inter-troop exhibits allow silverback males to perform their chief occupation, "protecting" their families. The night quarters and transfer accommodations are arranged so that a troop may use a different outdoor area each day, as if traveling through its natural range. This will also permit them to see and interact with different neighboring silverbacks and troops Coe, Jon C.
The outdoor habitats will be lushly planted and, although most fragile plantings will be protected, the gorillas will be allowed to "harvest" some areas on a rotational basis. The exhibits under construction include a public viewing zone designed to resemble a scientific field station where visitors will be able to record "scientific observations" and play games emphasizing the importance of field research and habitat conservation.
The Zoo Atlanta gorilla exhibits are part of a greater habitat zone designed to re-create the feeling of visiting a National Park in Cameroon, West Africa, an area from which gorillas have been nearly extirpated. Other exhibits within this zone include West African tropical forest birds, mandrills, guenons and duikers.
The Yerkes Regional Primate Center of Emory University, which is contributing at least 14 gorillas to the project, is helping to design innovations to the night quarters to allow routine non-invasive testing of the animals. Thus, the facility will function as a major research center as well as an advanced public display.
Farther along the visitor pathway are three orangutan exhibits. In the center is an area for females and youngsters. On both sides are smaller areas for solitary males so sited that the males can display at each other and at the females, simulating a typical condition in wild orangutan societies.
Nearby will be exhibits of gibbons, hornbills and tapirs, all simulating conditions in Ketambe National Park in northern Sumatra, Indonesia. These thematically and contextually interrelated exhibits at Zoo Atlanta encompass an area of 11, m2. The Dallas gorilla exhibit will include two habitat areas of about m2 each. There will also be a simulated field station from which visitors can gain insights into gorilla behavior and conservation. The Denver facility will also have two large outdoor habitats and will include a simulated native village as the focus of the public areas.
Detroit Zoo is in the design phase of a large chimpanzee exhibit with animal areas totaling m2. This facility will be similar in area and troop size to the Arnhem exhibit but, like the North Carolina example, will be much wilder in appearance.
Like the previously described gorilla exhibits it will also feature more thematic and interpretive development in the public viewing areas than previous chimpanzee exhibits have shown. This paper began with the premise that Great Ape exhibits mirror society's attitudes toward wilderness in general and Great Apes in particular. What will these most recent exhibits, these Great Ape societies in Eden, say about our contemporary cultural attitudes?
The popular dissemination of beautifully illustrated wildlife magazines and nature films have created a far greater public awareness of wild animals as a part of wild, exotic places. Wildlife tours and safaris have never been more popular, nor have once remote wilderness areas ever been more accessible.
The idea of the zoo as a place where inexpensive "mini-safaris" are available within a few minutes drive of home is a logical outgrowth of this trend.
They may well wonder why previous generations of well-meaning zoo professionals tolerated over years of sterile enclosure and relative isolation of Great Apes from con-specifics. On the other hand, future historians undoubtedly will consider the s and s as major turning points, where the first conceptions of human-created Coe, Jon C. Hopefully, they will see this period not as a culmination of what came before but as the wellspring of far better things to come.
Coe, J. Galdikas, B. Garner, R. Golding, R. Martinez, C. Vogt, P. Yerkes, R. Fossey, D. Goodall, J. Hancocks, D. He had no business being so much at ease while she was such a seething mass of insecurity. He pushed a mug towards her. How often have you done this sort of thing? Don't you think the owner will have something to say about your making free with his belongings?
Doesn't it make your blood sing to live on the wild side? Those wide green eyes can't possibly be as innocent as they seem. Can't you recall even one reckless moment of devil-may-care? I wonder -' 'Don't flirt with me, Deveraugh,' she cut in. They're much more your style. Or is it just the one in particular? Adam Franklyn? Shall I make a guess at his special appeal— could it be his money? She frowned. Was this what lay behind the events of the afternoon?
What are you, judge and jury? Why should you be uneasy about the situation? Don't you have enough affairs of your own to occupy your mind? Adam and his wife are going through a difficult patch right now, and that's a great pity, because I believe they're well suited. They don't need someone like you to come along and wreak havoc. A businessman and a man who puts up ramps for a living?
What a snob you are, Lissa. I'm merely curious, since he's never mentioned you, and you show such an unflinching determination to interfere in his life. You spell trouble, and I want you out of the way.
Days, weeks? Permanent removal from the scene? Ought I to be fearful for my life? Maybe not quite as extreme as the ones you mentioned. After all, even a hardened reprobate like myself must have some Standards to adhere to. But there must be ways of dealing with women like you. It's just a question of finding the best one. Was it true that Adam was having problems? Deveraugh was way out of line, but might there be some substance in what he was saying?
Even so, his remarks about herself were uncalled for. A woman like her. To hear him talk, anyone would think she was some kind of Jezebel on the make. She bit down on her annoyance. Arguing with him had about as much effect as a snowflake falling on a pond. She might just as well conserve her energy.
You're very much mistaken if you think that there is. I didn't see her with Adam. Lissa followed his actions with growing agitation. You have to take me back. I've told you, I'm not involved with Adam, and there's no reason for you to keep me here any longer. At any rate, another hour or so should allow time for Adam to realise you're not going to meet him.
He can go home to his wife. I'm sure Emma will be more than happy to take your place. I dare say that will change, though. There are bound to be other people who will object to letting you have your own way all the time. Stamp your feet, why don't you, Lissa? It'll make you feel better. She would not give him the satisfaction. Squaring her shoulders, she said tersely, 'I really don't see why I should have to explain myself to you. A man who goes in for abduction doesn't merit explanations, and neither,' she went on, warming to her subject, 'does anyone who can purloin other people's property, quite deliberately and without conscience, have any right to spout morals at me.
I thought I spotted some magazines on that shelf. Lissa's slender fingers curled into fists at her sides. The man was insufferable, an egotistical, chauvinistic monster.
How could he do this to her? She made an impatient sound. He didn't much care; that was the crux of the matter. Nothing she said seemed to make an iota of difference. He had made up his mind, and that was it. Her gaze travelled after him. What was he, a one- man crusade?
An hour, he'd said. OK, Mr Deveraugh, so be it.
Maybe she'd play along with him for a while. But one hour was all he was going to get. The magazines, strewn haphazardly over various sections of shelving, served to divert her temporarily. Whoever owned the cabin had wide-ranging interests—apart from several wellthumbed fishing journals and a variety of motoring magazines, there were numerous glossies that provided her with food for thought.
She flicked her way through articles on planting sink gardens and handy tips for decorating a small flat, before her attention wandered. She checked her watch. Thirty minutes. Hitching up her jacket collar, she went in search of him. For the remaining half-hour she would be pleasant to him, and then she would quietly and purposefully remind him of the time, and with gentle dignity insist that he take her home.
Have you come to try your luck? Water lapped in desultory waves against the bank where he was sitting. See that carp in the keep net? It took me ten minutes to reel him in. One thing she knew was that you had to keep quiet around fish, or so men would have you believe. You seem to know all about the cabin.
It gives me time to mull things over, to get the world into perspective. From what I understood, the men are laid off more often than they are employed.
Which means that you have plenty of time to cool your heels. She could think of all manner of jobs that he would be capable of doing. What is it, exactly, that disturbs you. The fact that I can take pleasure in each day as it comes, that I don't churn myself up into a state of hyperactive neuroticism?
I'm impressed. Drive and ambition—those are special qualities to come by. If you wanted something badly enough, you could go after it. Seems like a lot of hard work to me. I can't see the point of expending all that energy when I'm perfectly happy as I am. His hands were bronzed, they looked tough and capable.
I can sit back and watch the day go by, and when the float dips down in the water I know there's a fish pulling at the line. Then the adrenalin starts to pour, and the tussle is on.
Haven't you ever felt the simple pleasures of life, revelled in the purity of a lazy, self- seeking day? I'll bet,' he added, 'that for all your years of book-learning you know nothing about strapping on a pair of waders and getting out into the stream, feeling the water swirl around you—or how to bait a hook -' He pulled a small plastic box towards him. Besides, this is the best time for fishing, when it's cooler—it makes them sluggish -' 'Easier for you to catch, you mean.
Where's the sport in that? Lissa's eyes narrowed. Why don't you get a rod from the cabin and join me? The exercise will heat you up a bit. I'll put the bait on if you're squeamish. I said I want to go and I meant it. Are you going to take me home, or not?
He said in a whisper. Look, it's taking a nibble -' His concentration was total. Lissa watched, her mind beginning to tick over, like a little bomb, set to explode.
I'd appreciate it very much if you'd stash the gear in the box and get the boat started up. It was too much. First he'd whisked her away without so much as a by-your-leave, and then he had blocked her meeting with Adam. Now he had the nerve to go back on his word.
Plainly, he didn't know who he was dealing with. If he thought he could trample roughshod over her plans, just as he pleased, he had a lot to learn. Putting the coffee-pot back on the primus to reheat the brew, she considered darkly that the simmering liquid was an accurate reflection of her own emotions. Talking to Rourke Deveraugh was like beating her head against a hard wooden post. It had no effect whatsoever, except to leave her feeling battered and thoroughly bad-tempered.
She spooned extra sugar into her mug. She needed it. A prickling sensation running the length of her spine told her that Rourke had made an appearance. She poured coffee and then glanced over in his direction. He was leaning against the doorjamb, his long body relaxed, his eyes faintly amused. She ignored him, taking a tentative sip from the hot liquid and savouring the moment as the warmth slowly invaded her limbs.
Pushing himself with indolent grace away from the door, Rourke came into the room and began to rummage about the shelves beneath the counter. He tugged out a small white bowl, and added water from a canister. Lissa watched as he began to wash his hands. No doubt he was going to raid the biscuits as well as everything else. He tossed the packet towards her a few moments later. Rourke said, 'Still cold? The heater's a bit temperamental, but.
Leave me alone. Why get so agitated about it? She was far too aware of him, of his tall, muscled frame just inches away from herself.
He was too big, altogether too masculine— she could see the roughened texture of his tanned skin, and her senses were invaded by the subtle fragrance of his male cologne. He was still moving, slowly coming forward, and in desperation she felt along the shelf behind her for some means of defence. He said carefully, 'I hope you don't intend using those on me, Lissa. I bleed easily. Why don't you put them down? Believe me, you don't need that kind of protection. It happened so fast that her mind went into a spin, and she reeled dizzily, her gaze unfocused.
An iron band clamped her wrist, her arm was forced backwards as Rourke's hard body slammed against her, knocking the air from her lungs. There was a moment of profound, intense stillness, and in the breathless silence that followed she became aware of the heavy thumping of her heart against her ribcage, the rapid, quick-fire beat of her pulse.
He must have felt it too—how could he not when he was so close; how could he fail to pick up the reckless drumming of her senses? He said slowly, 'You don't know me very well, Lissa, or you would understand that I don't take kindly to facing the wrong end of a pair of shears. That can definitely be counted as one of the worst moves you ever made.
She dared not move. With a harsh clatter, the scissors fell from her lifeless fingers and skidded across the floor. You're not giving me room to breath —I shall probably expire through suffocation.
And if I do escape extinction I shall most likely be black and blue from this wood digging into my back—and I shouldn't be surprised if you've broken my wrist.
I doubt very much that your wrist is even slightly reddened, let alone broken. What did you expect of me? Did you imagine I'd stand passively by while you used me for bayonet practice?
Are you always this explosive? Since my presence seems to be provoking you to acts of wild aggression, I think it would be best to leave you in peace for a while. No doubt you could do with some time to reflect on things. I'm in no particular hurry. Besides, I'd much prefer more conducive company if I'm to travel down river.
With you aboard, I wouldn't dare turn my back for fear of becoming fish meal. Lissa stared angrily after his departing figure, a turbulent storm gathering momentum in her green eyes.
He had no right to treat her this way. Who did he think he was? Well, enough was enough. There had to be some way of putting an end to his domineering activities.
So he thought she was explosive, did he? She smiled thinly.
He had better look out. She would show him what it meant to rouse a sleeping volcano. Skirting the lakeside, she took a route which led her in the opposite direction from him.
She needed time to think, to decide what to do. Where were those dark Plutonian forces when she needed them to aid and abet her plotting? If only there was some other means of getting away from this place. Surely, if this was a regular haunt for whoever owned the cabin, there would be another boat somewhere? A simple rowboat, perhaps? Didn't fishermen like to go out into the middle of lakes to fish? It was a long shot, of course, but if she looked carefully she might find something.
It took half an hour before she came across it, moored by a small wooden landing stage. It was only borrowing, she told herself. As soon as she had achieved her purpose, she would see that the boat was returned.
Her lips curved. Now for Mr Rourke Deveraugh. What was the best method of disabling a motor boat, temporarily, at least? A length of wire wound around the rudder? Messy, but no doubt it would be effective. There had been a coil of wire in the cabin, she felt sure.
Along with a pair of waders. And candles. Hadn't she noticed a box on one of the shelves? What about candle wax in the key slot? Or water in the fuel tank? There must be all sorts of things she could try. Some time later, she made her way back to where he had been sitting. He was still fishing, the line plumbing the depths of the water, gently swaying in the light breeze. At peace with his world. A smile curved her lips. Not for long, though.
This particular fish was very shortly going to find itself in exceedingly troubled waters. He turned as she approached, watching her cautiously. It was the scissors that held his attention, probably.
He stood up, wedging the rod against the wicker box. She felt oddly happy, unconcerned. Glancing over the line as it arced over the lake, her eyes took on a faintly emerald glow. She walked to the water's edge. She nodded. He was far too close to the edge, he might have slipped anyway, and what did it matter if she added just a little extra impetus?
With a bright flicker of satisfaction, she watched him slide down into the water, his large body making a flurry of waves ripple the surface. Elation fizzed through her veins. It had been so easy. Surveying the results of her handiwork, she stayed only long enough to see him scrabble for the safety of the bank.
He was not unduly damaged, only very, very wet. And furious. She laughed in the face of his anger, then turned and ran, fleetfooted, to where she had moored the row-boat. Pulling away into the stream, she reflected happily that vengeance was oh, so sweet.
Looking up as Lissa approached the desk, she pushed long pink-tipped fingers through the silky mass of her fair hair, a frown shading her blue eyes. I could pass on a message for you. I'll wait, if you'd just let him know I'm here. Perhaps you'd care to take a seat. In the distance, she could see the field where Saturday's fete had taken place, devoid now of tents and stands. There was no evidence of car ramps, and all the rafts had long since disappeared. It was as though the events of the weekend might never have happened, had been wiped away.
I hoped, though, that you wouldn't mind if I stopped by this morning? Or is it inconvenient? We're having trouble with the new computer. I wonder if you might give Becky a hand to sort it out while you're here? I've had a look, at it, but I can't find why it isn't working. Knowing what a talent you have for these things, you'll probably have it sorted out in two ticks. What would I do without you?
I'm in the middle of things right now, but we should be able to snatch a word in half an hour if that's OK with you? Better still, why don't you come along to a party we're throwing tomorrow evening?
It's a gettogether for some of our clients and their wives, and hopefully for prospective customers, too. You might come away with a few commissions of your own.
This morning we seem to be having nothing but problems. Remind me to give you a big kiss some time. I'll jot the address down for you. I'll look forward to it. She was asking herself the same question. What was he doing here, of all places? Hadn't she thought she'd seen the last of Rourke Deveraugh? He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, frowning darkly, and Adam broke away from her guiltily under that frosty stare.
Her gaze scanned the expensively tailored cut of his dark suit, the white shirt, faintly striped, the immaculate cuffs. The nape of her neck began to prickle. Where was the man of the casual clothes and easy manner? Something was very wrong.
This man was a grim-faced stranger, his eyes cold with anger, like chips of blue ice. He bore no relation to the man she'd had the misfortune to come into contact with at the weekend. And exactly what was his connection with Adam? This is Lissa, Lissa Holbrook -' 'We've already met.
It saves me the trouble of going after you. There are one or two things you and I have to settle. Customers will start going somewhere else. Her shoulders went back, her spine stiffening. He wasn't going to intimidate her. His fingers drummed on the door-frame.
It might be worth considering a profit-sharing scheme. That could get the ball rolling again. There'll have to be a union meeting. Are you going to come in on that? Unless there are any snags, I want to get back to the workshop. This new hoist I'm working on needs modifications. There have been enough delays already. I've one or two calls to make. What a bore. I really have more important things to attend to.
How far would she get, after all? That piercing gaze threatened immediate reprisal, the tough, unyielding stance of his hard body blocked her path and intimidated her.
He meant business.
She would not put it past him to use force. She studied him with resentment. She did not know him now, did not recognise that steel thread of arrogant command.
This was a man of authority, a man of power, who had only to speak and everybody around him flew into action. He was not at all what he seemed, she reflected bitterly.
Saturday had merely been a run-in; she could see it now. He had been toying with her that day on the river, playing games to satisfy some peculiar quirk of his character. Black Panther is a fictional superhero appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics.
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